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This was my dream: -the thirdI can’t really remember what she looked like: but I think she had long dark hair, tied in a pony tail, she had an olive complexion, and she was perhaps half a foot shorter than me.This was my dream: -the third
She had collapsed, too weak to go any further. The heat was oppressive, and although our expedition was in sight of our goal, some kind of excavation in the side of a cliff, we were positioned on an outcrop above our destination with no clear way to descend to it. The land seemed to be burning: the dust, or sand, was ruddy and shimmered in the heat.
We gathered around her, beneath a makeshift shelter thrown together using poles and c
by ~Haunted-Nights
First fumblingsI lift my pen to write you… But of course I don’t. My words can only flow From impersonal keys.First fumblings
The composition feels false, Too easily amended. There should be erasure, Recognition of failures.
Battle is joined once more And already I fall In agonising evasion, Helpless to avoid clichés.
Still I feel I must write you. How could I withhold When all attempts of mine Owe everything to you?
Often I had thought myself A writer, ev’n a poet But with nothing to show For all my vain posturi
by ~Haunted-Nights
On reincarnationImagine that those who talk of reincarnation are correct. I don’t ask you to believe this, merely to entertain the thought, for the purposes of a brief exercise. Imagine that they are correct, in that the soul separates from a body at death and is reborn in another. Let us not consider the question of good or bad lives, rewards or penalties for past deeds, just the very mechanic of the reincarnation of the immortal, eternal, soul.On reincarnation
Further, let it be added to this that the soul is not bound by time. If the soul is truly eternal this seems obvious, but I mean for our hypothetical soul to be free from time in that it could be r
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GOLDIAN HAMMER!!
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After endless nightmares she lies weeping in her bed
A blade in her hand, her nightdress is turning red
Her skin becomes paler in this cold and stormy night
This is the end of all her painful dreams of suicide
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-Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. -Mark Twain
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artists ...we make things look like something.
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